Kobe Bryant’s death was the first big celebrity death in my lifetime that really impacted me. Michael Jackson died in 2009, but I was only eight years old and had no idea who he was. I was then introduced to his music and am a huge fan of the former pop star.
But, Kobe hits different with me for some reason.
I spent a lot of my life disliking him. I am a huge MJ fan and I always thought that he was a guy that stole Jordan’s moves and made a living off of him. I always thought that if Jordan hadn’t been as good or never happened, Kobe wouldn’t have happened.
I never liked Kobe because I always thought he was a ball hog. I really don’t care for people that are selfish and ball hogs are selfish.
But, looking at what people said that really knew him, I believe I was wrong
On April 13, 2016 the Golden State Warriors were playing the Memphis Grizzlies in an attempt to set the NBA regular season win record of 73, one more game than the 1996 Chicago Bulls. That night, you had the Warriors trying to break the win record and Kobe Bryant’s last game. Pretty damn good night if you’re a sports fan.
I am a Warriors fan and have received plenty of crap from friends for it. I knew the Warriors were going to crush the Grizzlies and the game was kind of over before it started, so it wasn’t that fun to watch. But, I tuned in for the last four minutes of Kobe’s final game.
Well, he did something only the greats do. He put the Lakers on his back and won the game against the Utah Jazz. The man dropped 60 points. That and Hubie Brown going “oh, oh, oh, oh my!” when he hit the three-pointer will be something I always remember. If you’re an immature teenager you get why that’s funny. If not, good for you.
But, Kobe walked off the floor of Staples Center with people standing and applauding, hugging his teammates, coaches, etc.
Since then, I honestly forgot about Kobe. Until this past Sunday.
I hopped on Twitter to see what was happening and kept seeing people tweeting “please tell me this is fake” and I had no idea what was going on. Then I saw TMZ’s report that Kobe had been killed in a plain crash. The first thing I did was call my dad and told him. We talked for about five minutes and then hung up the phone. I sat there for the next two hours stunned, emotional, and shaken. Nothing had really hit me like this before.
I’ve been lucky to not have any close family members die and not a lot of tragic things happen in my life. I never met Kobe, never really cared for him, he lived on the other side of the country, and yet I was crushed when I saw the news.
A legend in the game of basketball, one of the best to ever do it. A guy that worked so hard on his craft, cared so much about basketball, wanted to win so bad. A guy that cared for his family so much. We had just lost of that.
I got locked out of Twitter for some reason that night, so I didn’t have to see anything about it until the afternoon of Monday. Probably was best but I still have no idea why Twitter locked me out.
Kobe was a legend. He touched so many people. The influx of tributes on social media is something that I have never really seen. That’s how you know that someone had a major impact on not only the sports world, but the world itself.
When I get on social media I am quickly reminded of his passing. I get this knot in my stomach and get depressed. I’ve watched his final game and 81 point game probably 15 times each and every time I cannot watch with happiness.
The thing that’s even harder is the fact that his 13 year old daughter, Gianna, perished in the accident too, along with seven others. So many people lost loved ones. I cannot even imagine how hard that is and really don’t even want to think about it.
Kobe Bryant was a legend. His daughter was a rising superstar who had pretty much nailed all of her dads moves at 13 years old. She was a stud, her dad was a stud, and they along with the others killed, will be missed forever.
With all this, we are reminded how short and valuable life is. It can be taken away from us in an instant with no reason and the people we leave behind grieve and are forced to move on.
If nothing else, this tragic event should remind us all to tell our loved ones that we love them every night. I definitely do not do it enough. Hug them, kiss them, and cherish every moment you have with them. Because in an instant, it can be taken away.
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